This is a song about "Loving the one you cant have"

I dont care if you cant see it, but just believe it, your the one i think

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

As she goes through the levels

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

Cause you loving the way my ollie got pop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Loving you is my pleasure

Took the van, went snatch her

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Like loving your job and what you do there and one day just getting canned.

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Fucked you in the bar,this rap drink you cant have it

Im one you cant expect to threaten, sick in the head yo, infected

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

You have a life and it cant be mishandled

With such an ugly picture in it and